I built my own chains in the land of the freeA slave to a job that meant nothing to meWith three shiny new cars and a split level homeTo furnish the tomb I was dying to ownAnd one day I awakened with fear in my eyeAware of a world that was passing me byAnd I knew that my savings of silver and goldWould mean not a thing when my body was coldBecause life is a song for the dying to singIt's got to have feeling to mean anythingAnd a man can get by without silver and goldWith bread for the body and song for the soulI'm living my life by the lesson I've learnedAnd not looking back at the bridges I've burned'Cause the time that we travel from cradle to graveWas meant to be spent and not meant to be savedAnd I know there are some who will say I'm a foolBut I don't give a damn for the people who do'Cause if down in the dungeon is where they belongWell that's their misfortune and none of my ownBecause life is a song for the dying to singIt's got to have feeling to mean anythingAnd a man can get by without silver and goldWith bread for the body and song for the soul
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Kristoffer Kristofferson (Brownsville, Texas; 22 de junio de 1936-Hana, Hawái; 28 de septiembre de 2024) fue compositor de música country, actor y cantante estadounidense ilustre por canciones como Me and Bobby McGee, For the Good Times, Sunday Mornin' Comin'…
